clifford mate

I know it is rude to stare,
But I can't help it,
I just find my self mouth agape,
Especially when you pass by,
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Last night I heard that you were gone,
My heart pounded with sadness that you were no
more,
Tears clouded my vision,
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Mama Christine,
You are a thief,
You stole my heart with your looks,
The way you dress from hair to her shoes,
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I want to draw her with words,
Paint her with love,
Start with her eyes,
Dark brown with lash at the end,
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If she were mine,
She would know I love her with my heart,
If she were mine,
She would know that I am hurt,
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This streets where i grew up,
history is not upheld in this part of street,
everybody knows that rights to freedom of rights is not upheld in this street,
these streets where you can be robbed during day light,
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Don't laugh at me when you see me washing cars down that drain,

don't say I’m mad when you see me walking in rain,
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I stand here not as a man,

i stand here not as a god,
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Don't pretend to care,
because i know when i pass you will just snare,
don’t take my life like Afro-cinema,
for everything i do you just stare,
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This is my last wish,
to sit here and enjoy my last meal,
enjoy last drink with two or three friends get high and see how it feels,
take a stroll down memory lane,
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Play with my fingers,
Touch my beards,
Clap your hands and smile,
Your toothless mouth looks like mine,
...